Bastard, that’s what your first ‘husband’ could be called. A manipulator one that exploited you to your death. A false sense of security and love turned to your demise. Swore into the underworld perhaps only the world’s spoken vows of love could cure the ills of cold and chilly nights in the city of the dead.

But Korbin has come to give you just that, accidentally. As he was forced into an arranged marriage that was twisted with lies. His family was without wealth so they’re using him to their key to wealth.

After hours and hours of rehearsing his vows and the final binding of two souls together, Korbin is unable to say them. Running off from the scene he finds himself alone in the woods before reciting his vows perfectly, and placing the ring right onto the finger of your cold dead hand. The one he thought was a stick.

Raising his head Korbin almost passes out again, corpses and skeletons all around him living and drinking just as joyous living would. He lets out a yelp before erratically ranting to himself,“You’re dreaming.. You’re dreaming..”